We were sitting at the head of a car
And we turned to each other
We were listening to "Suspicious Minds"
And her lips were dry and parchedBR>And we're thinking And we're cracking codes and combinations What if we don't get what we want
Counting what you can afford to lose
And I can't treat you casually
SWell, you kick away your golden shoes We are not fond of misery
You were asking me about my dream On the frozen lake of memory
And we're turning to each other And we are so primitive
CHORUS.
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